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"Oh, is that a promise?" She grinned, hopping through her truck window. "Yes, I didn't use the door, I'm lazy." |
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"Sure is," He grinned, waiting on her to get in before starting the drive over. |
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She got into the truck, grinning. "I'mma hold ya to that." |
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"Well you marked me your's, kind've have to mark you back, y'know?" He grinned, smirking slightly as he drove on. |
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"Uh, yes. I like physical marks." She grinned. "Bites, scratches, that sort of thing. Makes me feel loved and picked." |
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"Hickeys work?" He asked, grinning. |
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"Oh, abso-fuckin'-lutely." She grinned. |
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"Good, because by the end of the night, you'll have quite a collection." He noted, pulling onto the interstate. |
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"Oh. Well, in that case, I better put on my lipstick, so you get some too." She grinned. "Black or red?" |
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"Red," He noted, turning on FM. |
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Morning Snow followed by Sunshine
